Ella Kyle Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

The Pore Whore

Kyle dumped me for some stripper whore who shops at Wet Seal. Diablo Cody, Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper · Like · likes: 6.

I love to stroll on Elm St. near the little café at the corner – they brew the best joe, bar none. And dude, the neighborhood in West Kyle is the kind that brings families closer. Kids run wild, old timers chat like they've known ya since birth. Makes me happy to see life ripple out like a good session with a troubled parent, ya feel me?

Kyle Wright makes long-awaited rehab start with KC's Double-A affiliate